Original subtitles

Good evening everyone.

We are together for the Hypermillion draw.

My love, if we win, you know what we do?

We're leaving from here.

There you go. But where to go?

In Italy.

But where in Italy?

- I, the Sicili. - Ecco!

Sicily! Palermo! Syracuse!

Oh my sun!

- You've been saying that for 15 years. - Excuse me?

Nothing, nothing.

Can you bring me the tiramisu, please?

Come and get it.

But no, darling, It's going to start. It's starting!

The first issue of tonight.

- The 26th. - The 26th.

It's starting well.

Second number.

- It's the 6th. - The 6th, yes, that...

That makes two.

Third number.

- The 25th. - The 25th.

That is, three numbers. It's three numbers.

Nadege.

Three numbers. Something's happening.

- The 5. - The 5?

Five... Nadège!

That's four numbers there.

- Are you kidding? - I swear, no. Come and see. Unbelievable.

- And finally, the fifth number. - Go! Go! Go !

- It's the 23rd.

The 23rd...

- Darling. - What ?

We have five numbers.

- What ? - Five numbers. Give.

- Five numbers? - Yes, all five. Five.

I beg you, my God.

I never asked for anything. The complementary.

Once.

- And the additional number...

- It's the 15th. - Wow !

The 15th!

On the 15th, I tell you, we won!

Yes, yes, yes! My God, thank you!

My God !

Thank you, my God!

But what are you doing?

♪ I would love to see Syracuse! ♪

We didn't win?

But no, we didn't win.

Of course not. But I have my dessert.

Poor guy!

Oh, honey!

- It's nothing, it's a game. - It's good.

Okay. You know, we don't win every time.

Well, we never win, but here it is, uh...

Hein ?

[a man imitates the horse's snort]

Flee, peasants.

You are not worthy of this earth, once trodden by a famous crusader.

Run away, I tell you! [evil laugh]

Hey, what do you think?

- That won't bring anyone to the castle. - Ah good ?

Your guy is scary.

You're not wrong. I have an idea.

Papi.

- Papi ! - What ?

You're not going?

Oh shit !

Holy cow. See you there.

- OK. - Holy cow!

Hello! How are you?

Hello, Jean-Jean!

[brake screeching]

[sigh]

My little Lucette. How are you?

I have little time, I replace Maud at the café.

Well, she's going to the continent.

Anyway, I'm in a hurry.

But tomorrow, I promise, I will stay longer.

I love you.

Hello!

[he blows]

Come on, Isidore, we'll keep our fingers crossed.

- If you win, think of me. - Kiss my ass !

Have a nice day to you too.

And kiss Laure-Anne.

Ah, there's Jean-Jean.

Hello, everyone.

Are you okay, Dad? I'm going to miss the boat.

I told your mother at the cemetery that I couldn't stay.

- For once, you... - No, never.

- What is this tooth? - My character, at the castle.

- It's good, isn't it? - All right.

- OK. - Psst. Is the Parisian there?

Papa...

It sucks all the wifi for a little coffee.

He is very nice.

[whispering] And it's William.

Okay? Come on, I'm going. Kisses!

- - [whispering] William...

[bell]

[phone]

[sigh] Yes, hello? I'm listening.

Ah, no luck. She just came out.

The star leaves in ten minutes. There is only one per week.

Before, we had one a day.

But they deleted them. Not profitable enough, they say.

Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. His dad.

She took over the business. After 40 years of bar,

I am a volunteer at the castle. I...

Yes, sorry. Excuse me.

I'm a bit of a talker. But hey, tobacconist one day, tobacconist...

Yes, sorry. No, I'm listening.

[moving music]

How? Wait.

It's not true!

- Tell him to call back. - Are you sure?

No, no. No, but I'm passing it on.

You can trust me. After 40, I know how to keep a dry...

[tone]

[whispering] Cut.

Well, how are you, Jean-Jean?

Yeah, it's okay, it's okay.

[upbeat music]

♪ Ah, Monica ♪

[Jean-Jean] Henry!

- [he sings] - Henri !

- Henri ! - Oh, fuck!

You scared me! What's wrong?

- An incredible thing. - You're sick!

Where to start?

In the end, we save time.

I couldn't fish, I replace Maud at the café.

Is this the end?

- Almost. - So what is it?

I arrive at the cafe. Everything is normal, the regulars, the Parisian idiot.

- Yes. - The phone rings.

Yes. Oh, wait! Wait, it's going fast.

Come, help me. Help me.

I'm replacing Maud, she was going to Brest.

- Yes. - So what, the Parisian!

Oh fuck, he only wants a coffee.

- 1.30 euros. - The story? What's the end?

- Yes, the end. - So.

Someone from the island won the lottery.

- What ? - [he shouts]

- Your fishing rod. - Fuck, shit!

- I fucked my hand. - Oh, fuck!

Oh, cow!

You didn't miss it. Look at that.

You will give me back the handkerchief. Lucette embroidered it.

What did you say?

Lucette embroidered the handkerchief.

But no, before, Jean-Jean.

- Before ? - Yes, before.

- Shit, your fishing rod? - No, Jean-Jean.

Oh, no! Yes! Someone from the island...

- Yes ? - ... won the lottery.

Eight million euros!

- How do you know? - I'm replacing Maud.

- Yes. And? - I almost delayed her.

Ah good ?

- More stars. - Pity.

- You know ? - Stop.

- There will be... - Stop!

Yes, excuse me. The phone is ringing.

- I'm picking up. - Yes.

There is a lady there who is called Miss... Oh, damn.

- Miss... - I'm going to die.

- Camoin! Lottery. - Camoin.

She tells me that someone from the island won the jackpot.

They must be warned if it occurs, that she said.

- Yes. - And we must not spread anything.

- It's crazy. - It's crazy...

I've been playing for years!

Years, and it just misses the mark.

- Do you believe that? - Bah...

I'm not lucky.

That's not true!

Shit !

- It's still... - Are you sure?

- Well, yes! I had her on the phone. - Ah, fuck!

- [sigh of pain] - Ah, fuck.

Someone from the island!

OK.

[intriguing music]

There we have a golden tip.

Can you hear me well? In gold, Jean-Jean.

What do you want to do?

You don't say anything to your daughter. Or to anyone.

- She's the boss. - No, wait.

- We need to know who won. - Ah, that...

This is imperative.

Two,

we are getting closer to him.

Three, after a while, he is asked for small favors.

[he mumbles] Old school, you know.

All right ?

Genre ?

Hey! We ask him a ping-pong table.

For coffee, it's impeccable.

A ping-pong table.

Are you serious?

- He can afford it. - A ping-pong table.

You are... honestly!

You can't dream a little bigger, say?

Something you want to buy and you can't?

- Well, pretty much everything. - Good...

Well, yes! If I had money,

I would make a beautiful grave for Lucette.

Ah, yeah.

You really screwed us over there.

[thunder]

[Nadège] You really believe that the winner would give you money?

- There are only rats here. - Trust me.

My love.

I don't know why, this time,

I feel like there's something. It's like a sign!

- Ah. - Who said to me: "Go ahead, Henri!

"Vas-y !"

Talk about a sign.

Ah.

[the song "It must be because I love you"]

Stop. But stop!

I can't resist.

Stop!

We didn't even pray, listen.

- Oh, Nadège! - We pray.

[sigh]

O Lord.

I open my thoughts, my mind and my heart

to your dreams.

Give me dreams, give me hope.

Yes.

Above all, give me the name of the winner.

[mysterious music]

[voice on TV]

Hello ?

[bip]

Shit.

[religious song]

Did you see that flood yesterday?

Mmh? We don't have a phone anymore, from the internet, nothing!

Yeah.

There's Maud who opened late this morning.

Well, I mustn't tell anyone, but to you, I can.

Someone from the island has won the jackpot.

Do you realize? But... no one must know.

Pardon.

[embarrassed laugh]

I'm counting on you.

- You are a champion, you. - Hey! What do you think?

The lighthouse! You put it back.

- Don't touch, don't touch! - Hmm.

Henri ?

What ?

I told Lucette everything.

It's not true!

- Yeah, I can't lie to him. - [sigh]

She would have guessed.

You're annoying. We didn't tell anyone, you told everyone.

- Not everyone. To my Lucette. - I, arf...

She won't repeat it.

You never know, just imagine.

- So. - Oh.

I knew you would tell him. I was, for sure!

So I told Nadège.

It has nothing to do with it.

Well, what?

- It's not the same. - Besides, I was right.

She had the right idea.

- Ah good ? - Yeah.

Oh?

Don't you want to know?

What ?

Well, the idea.

Oh, yeah.

Why don't you ask?

Well, what's the idea?

I can't tell you.

Are you kidding me?

A little, yes.

- Listen to me. - [intriguing music]

We will gather those who played this week.

We're having a big dinner, we make them drink.

Tongues will be loosened, we will find the winner.

- It's not stupid. - Ah.

Yeah, but wait.

How do we know who played?

What are you doing here?

I'm writing a book. Well...

I'm trying to write a...

- Hello, Maud! - [together] Thank you.

...a book.

- Are you a writer? - Yes.

- This is my first novel. - Ah.

Yeah.

Well, it will be, if I can manage it.

That's good. You're leaving victorious.

And what is this book about?

A passionate love story on a small Breton island.

Here ?

Yes.

It takes imagination. Nothing is happening here.

Or is it the flirting plan? the most rotten thing that has ever been done to me.

- - Ah, no! No, no.

- [stammering] - Don't worry, I'm joking.

I'm used to louts.

[embarrassed laughter]

But yes, It's the most beautiful place on Earth.

I tried the continent. The only thing that has worked is my son.

- Ah, you have a son? - Hmm.

- Is Erwan there? - In his room. Why?

- Good morning. - To ask him something.

Erwan?

Can I talk to you?

[he grumbles]

Erwan!

Erwan!

Damn, I got killed!

I have something to ask you.

I'm leaving you. My grandfather is drunk.

How do you get internet?

- The lines broke. - But parables.

- The connection here is crap. - Listen.

You remember people who played the lottery?

No, I'm not at the counter. To find out, look at the camera images.

- So, show! - [amused laugh]

OK.

Oh !

Oh, cow!

[light music]

- Hello, Henry. - You're in luck.

- For you. - THANKS.

- I'm counting on you. - Yes.

Good!

[barking]

Oh! No, Chouchen!

No, no, no, Chouchen! No, let go of me!

- THANKS. - We are counting on you.

- Well, listen. - Hold.

- Good... - THANKS !

- Ah. - What is it?

Come on, we're counting on you.

[all] ♪ Tell my father, my cousin ♪

♪ To my friends that I'm fine ♪

♪ I am their humble servant ♪

♪ Pelot who embraces you with heart ♪

[all] ♪ I am their humble servant ♪

♪ Pelot who embraces you with heart ♪

- [together] Yeah! - [applause]

[happy hubbub]

So, Mr. Priest, this heating in the church, when is it?

[embarrassed laugh] Ah, yes!

It's going to take a miracle. Or that I win the lottery.

Ah. Still not?

Nothing.

- The Lord does not like games of chance. - Ah.

I was thinking. For your roof, since Isidore can't go up anymore, I can help.

Ah. He can't do anything anymore. go up at all, you know.

[embarrassed laugh] Yes, no, I'm not kidding.

I can help you.

It's not a helping hand that I need.

[embarrassed laugh]

- [Henri] Hey, Gwendal. - Yes ?

I was looking at your boat. Do you have no more engine?

- Bah... - We should buy a new one.

You will be at peace.

Well, thanks for the advice. But money doesn't fall from the sky.

[fat laugh] You said it!

Well, yeah!

- Ah, yeah, then! - Ah, yeah.

Changing thatch is work.

Where will I find the 30,000?

I don't know.

Didn't you win the lottery?

If I win the lottery,

I will kidnap you. and I'll take you to the Bahamas.

I let the old fool smack in his damp house.

Pour me another drink, instead of selling me a dream.

- Non. - [happy hubbub]

- Come home safely. - Good evening !

- Come on, ho! - THANKS !

You know the way!

Yeah. We didn't get anything, no big deal.

- Jean-Jean! - What ?

Take me to a ditch.

- Nothing to do, everything is cooked. - No, no.

- Not the time. - Soldier !

- No, no! - Split my armor!

We're already pretty stuffed. And that's... there you have it.

- Come on ! - [sigh]

- Chevalier ! - Incredible, this result of the races.

They drank your cellar, They ate my stock of potatoes.

And the bread, here!

- I don't have a chicken anymore. - And we are no further ahead.

I tell you, it's a disaster.

- Attention. - Ah, yeah!

[Laure-Anne] Sleeping Beauty.

- There is one thigh left. - [Jean-Jean] It took away my appetite.

- Me too. - [Laure-Anne knocks]

But when I think, good grief, that we were at that,

to that of all that money!

- Henri ! - What ?

We had twelve plates and twelve chicken thighs.

I know. There were six chickens. Only the rooster remains.

Alone, without his chick.

Like me.

- Our mistake. - What ?

If there is one thigh left, it's that someone was missing.

- Was anyone missing? - Well, yes.

How so ?

Someone was missing.

- Jean-Jean. - Yes ?

Show me the list.

- Yes. - Someone was missing.

[Laure-Anne] Jump the chastity belt!

[sigh]

[Laure-Anne knocks]

The Cure, Kikanou, Katel, Gwendal, they were there.

Oh.

[whispering] Bodvaël.

[intriguing music]

Bodvaël didn't come.

- Bodvael? - [Henri] He didn't come.

No, he wasn't there.

No, he didn't come.

Bodvaël, he didn't come.

Bodvael...

It's Bodvaël's thigh.

Henry, let's go.

[Henri] But yes, he is there, you see!

He watches TV.

Bodvael? Bodvael!

- It's no use, he's deaf. - [he hits]

Bodvael!

Mmh. Well, the chicken is cold.

Cold chicken is good.

It lacks mayonnaise, small carrots.

- Okay, Jean-Jean, are you doing Top Chef for us ? - I'm kidding.

Good!

The door is closed. [he grumbles]

He's the only one who keeps his mouth shut. There is another one.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

It's closed, I say.

Oh shit !

Wait. Wait, wait. [effort]

Wait and see. [he hits]

Oh, fuck, shit!

Be careful.

This is the work.

Oh, good. Fortiche.

Strong...

It hurts more than in the movies.

Finally.

- [sigh] - [glass clinking]

Oh, wow!

Oh, wow.

- [mysterious music] - [they growl]

Well, say!

What the hell is this?

Come on, come on.

[Jean-Jean] Bodvaël?

[Henri] Bodvaël?

[sigh] Ho, ho!

Oh, fuck, that's not true!

[Jean-Jean] Look at this bastard. He put his name everywhere.

Wait, look at the ground. Look!

- What ? - There is blood.

[Henri] Where does that come from?

- Look, there too. - What ?

Oh shit! It's me! Fuck!

Wow, you didn't miss it.

- Come here. - Oh, fuck!

Come here!

- Ouch! - Wait, there. You see?

- Attends. - [moan]

- He wrote his name. - Fuck.

He is afraid that someone will steal from him.

I don't look like an idiot.

Look at this.

Adrian !

What, Adrian?

Looks like Rocky. “Hey, I missed my game.”

Stop, Jean-Jean.

- Come on, come on! - [Jean-Jean] Come on, come on a little.

- Bodvael? - Bodvael?

[voice on TV]

- Ho, ho! - Bodvael?

- [thunder] - Bodvael?

We brought you a chicken leg. You just have to heat it up.

Well, I ate it.

But we don't care.

Oh, my gosh! This guy is not doing well.

Wait, wait. Hold this for me.

Bodvaël! Hey!

Oh.

He's dead, that jerk.

- Dead. - That's why he didn't come.

[Henri] That's horrible.

Oh, fuck.

[Jean-Jean] Good Lord. He died alone, poor thing.

- Poor thing, poor thing... - What ?

Do you know what it is?

- Oh, no! - Yes, yes.

- Oh ! - The fucking winning numbers.

Yes. He played, he won, and he's dead, that jerk!

Oh, no.

- [Henri] No family? - [Jean-Jean] No.

[Henri] Well, who's going to get the money?

Well, the lottery.

Jean-Jean, I beg you. Think carefully.

- Who's going to get this money? - Oh !

- Non ! - Well, yes.

- Non ! - Yes indeed.

- We ! - But yes, but yes.

I can't believe it!

He was like that. [groan]

With his ticket in his hand. Do you realize?

He had survived the shipwrecks, to storms, to a hurricane.

Hey, you'll thank him, if you come across him.

He will make people happy.

Mmh.

- [Nadège] Rest in peace, Bodvaël. - [Henry] Oh!

[whispering] Don't say his name!

But yes, I say it.

I don't care. We'll call the police.

But the police, finally, Nadège!

He died naturally, there is no reason.

We're not going to leave it like this.

It's so cold at this tightwad's place that it is not about to rot.

Is that how you talk about a dead person?

No, but sorry... [stammering]

Pardon.

It's not that, it's that...

you see...

You don't realize of what is happening.

It will change our lives.

After all that work we've done, we deserve it.

He must be buried with dignity.

But, but, but... we're going to bury him.

And with great fanfare.

But not right away.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph.

- What you're doing is not right. - [sigh]

Bodvaël had heart.

Do you remember when he gave me nails to repair the roof?

Yes.

He said to me: "Here,

"take these nails for your roof."

Yeah.

He had said:

"What do you want me to do? of these nails, once dead?

"They're not going to bury me with it, are they?"

Ah, yes, yes. "So, I'll give them to you. For you."

He would be happy to know that we make good use of our nails.

From his money.

- I'm not sure at all. - [he grumbles]

It is a divine promise, what's happening.

But yes.

Ah...

Why do you think Jean-Jean

replaced Maud the other day?

Ah. And why do you think?

that the lottery called just at that moment?

Why? Huh?

I'll tell you.

This is Bodvaël...

who tells us:

“Keep it, my money.

"You need it more than I do."

- [wing flapping] - [twinkle]

[cooing]

[small laugh]

This is Bodvaël.

- [Nadège] Good, cheers. - [Jean-Jean] Come on.

Mmh. Mmh.

- So, where is this winning ticket? - Oh...

Oh, rotten.

He is there.

The winning ticket is here.

[Nadège] Stop, you're making everything disgusting.

- Everything in its place. Here. - [disgust]

There it is, the beast.

- Hop is! - Ah.

Here you go, birds.

- [Nadège] Thank you, Bodvaël. - [Henri] Hey!

[Jean-Jean] Oh, no.

He did it, that jerk.

What did he do to whom?

Do you remember his place?

- We're going home, you're hurt. - Yes.

Do you remember? In the hallway?

The long grain rice package?

- Shorten. - What was written on it.

- Yeah. - Look behind.

- Oh, fuck. - Oh.

- He wrote his name, the idiot. - Oh, the bastard.

Well, it's fucked. Yeah.

- What do we do? - [Nadège] I don't know.

Non !

I have an idea.

They say they wanted to write a name and that was all we had.

- Enough, it's good. - It just is ?

Who are you going to tell that to?

I am told, I believe it.

Well, not me.

[deep breath]

[he grumbles]

But how?

How did we not see it? We are stupid!

It's a sign.

- Here's something else. - We better not have that money.

That's it.

Yes, it's not for us. We're not used to it.

- Bullshit. - Come and see.

[he grumbles] This is bullshit...

- We need false papers. - For what ?

- Nobody knows he's dead? - Bah, no!

- OK. - Hmm.

We're going to do it.

Old fashioned.

- [undertow] - [light music]

[groan] I can't do it.

It's annoying, with his knees, the navy, over there!

[breath]

[admiring whistle]

[whispering] Come on!

So.

Yeah. When you freeze, You must always put the date.

Rest in peace, my good Bodvaël.

Thanks, old man.

Amen.

[sigh]

Good!

We have to clean everything, there's my blood.

And we must find his identity papers.

What for?

It takes real people to make fakes.

Hein ?

- With the real papers... - Hmm.

Fakes will appear real.

Real fake papers.

Do you understand, Jean-Jean?

Non.

I would love to sail so much in my azure dreams.

Throw ink on the white sheet

and sail with the wandering waves.

- Absolutely! - It is...

This is the first sentence of my novel. How do you like it ?

Uh, but I'm not sure. from the play on words "anchor" and "ink".

Ah, OK. Well, I'm going to work again.

And the alliteration "to sail", "vagues", "vagabondes" ?

Uh... [sigh]

Non ?

- [intriguing music] - Dad?

What are they doing there?

[Henri] This is going too far. We're going to end up in jail.

What did you win? to be honest all your life?

You worked like a madman, still on target.

Look where we are.

I know.

I know, but there... [sigh]

This is all for you. For us.

All our lives we have been unlucky.

You lost your boat, your job.

We both had a hard time.

For once we can leave here...

Who will make Bodvaël?

Well, you or Jean-Jean.

- We're not going to involve anyone else. - Me then.

Because Jean-Jean... Good.

Well, we'll see.

- What do you mean, we'll have to see? - Well, yes, we'll see.

Well... that's all there is to it.

[fat laugh]

A thousand million portholes thunder from Brest!

The dishwater bachi-bouzouk!

[he barks]

Milou wants to tell us something, captain!

[stammering]

Bodvaël was a fisherman.

It wasn't Captain Haddock.

I know, Nadège, I know. I'm looking.

- Yes, well, find it. Find it. - Yeah.

- [whispering] He's not good. - Not good.

It is a famous three-masted ship made like a boat.

Oh, my God.

Santiago!

Oh, yes, yes...

But you are very bad. Bodvaël, he was more British.

Oh yes.

- [Nadège] He had Scottish ancestors. - I don't know anymore.

Jean-Jean, try it, you.

- Ah, no, no. - Try it!

Well, come on, she's asking you. See if you are better.

- Come on. - I'll try.

- Since she asks me. - Yes I know.

[clearing throat]

- Thanks, huh. - Well, yes.

[English accent] But who is hitting? at the door?

[he imitates a squeak]

Oh ! Jean-Jean Kerouac !

[Jean-Jean laughs]

Look at these candle ends.

Melt them to make large candles.

There are no small savings for us Scots.

- It's good ? - Not bad, not bad.

- Do you like it? - No, Nadège...

That doesn't look like him at all.

[Nadège] Nobody knows him, to the lottery.

- On the other hand, the accent is average. - Ah, there you go. Yes, the accent.

- He is Scottish. - [Henri] What's that accent?

- Well, Scottish. - Ah good ?

Mmh.

Okay, would you like to do it?

[he grumbles] It's not true!

- Yeah. - [Henri sighs]

So, F. [he presses a key]

A.

IN.

- Ah, shit. - [Henri] It's not possible!

The money is there and he taps with two fingers.

Hey, calm down! It's the kid's computer.

I'm not used to it.

There you go. Fake papers. There are two "p"s, so the "a".

- No, a "p". - It's the same key.

It's the "p".

- Yeah... - I.

- Should I put it in the plural? - I don't care.

Yes, yes. That's it.

[clearing throat]

False papers: five years in prison, 75,000 euros fine.

Is this the only solution?

Jean-Jean, we have a goal, eh!

The good life, the golden retirement. Think about your family, there!

Ha ha!

There you go, that's it.

That's it.

[languid music on the computer]

Oh.

Oh. Ouh, yes.

Oh shit.

I haven't seen that in a while.

Ah, fuck.

Oh !

Are you okay? Quiet?

- [stammering] - Am I disturbing you ?

Well, what about you?

Do you ever knock and then come back?

- Well, yes. - This is my room.

You are disgusting.

- Non. - So, no, not at all.

- Internet, it's true that... - Exactly.

- What ? - Maybe he can help us.

- We don't get him involved in this. - Jean-Jean.

No way!

- What are you looking for? - Non !

- Surely not! - False papers.

[sigh]

- Fake papers? - Hmm.

For what ?

I said no.

What were you doing yesterday at Bodvaël's?

Well, nothing.

- Hello, Jean-Jean. - A little hello.

You never got to know him. What are you telling me?

Father?

- Hmm? - Hmm?

[sigh]

Actually,

a serious trick came to him.

But what serious thing?

Bah...

You don't tell anyone.

- Well, yes. - Promise?

Yes !

He has a boil on his anus.

Mmh, OK.

We must help him to put on the antibiotic cream.

Poor guy, you should see the state of his...

No, no. Stop!

- You ask me, I tell you. - Hmm.

It's okay, thank you.

- Good morning. - [Maud] Oh! What's wrong with you?

I stepped on a jellyfish, My foot is all swollen.

He keeps pissing me off.

Dad! You're fixated, it's not possible.

- Are you jealous or what? - No way.

It feels good sometimes, to talk with other people.

There's no one else besides him?

Well, no, you know.

- [sad music] - Are you afraid I'll leave again?

Non.

Mmh.

Nobody's gonna make me leave here anymore, okay?

So, don't worry.

[Jean-Jean laughs]

[Jean-Jean] You would have been proud of myself, honestly.

It's quite simple, I was Bodvaël.

Naturally, it came. I have the character, whatever.

- Ah. - Hi, grandma.

I have arranged a meeting tomorrow in Brest

for false papers.

I wrote it all down there. Plus the photo requested by Henri.

Really weird.

- Be careful. They're not jokers. -

- Papi ! - Don't worry, I have what you need.

You know what my name was in the Resistance?

Flying beaver. For I was quick and cunning.

During the war, you weren't born.

Okay, kid, anyway...

Stop it. I'm not a kid anymore.

[light music]

OK.

There you go. OK.

- We'll take Yannick's. - Ah, no, Jean-Jean.

- What ? - Bodvaël's.

No! Look, it's a trash can.

How do you want to go there?

Well, yes, you have to get used to it.

You get into character.

Come on, let's head for Brest.

Captain Bodvaël.

So, normally, there is a key, a thing, a controller.

Fuck, I don't see anything.

- [glass clinking] - This is a mess.

- I don't understand. - Jean-Jean?

Yeah ?

Do you know how to sail a boat?

Oh, no.

Well, no. Hey, ho! It depends who you talk to.

[English accent] If you speak to Bodvaël,

There, I know the boat by heart.

- No, Jean-Jean, no accent. - Yes.

- No accent. - Yes. I am Bodvaël.

- I know the boat, look. - [bip]

- OK. - Hop !

[upbeat music]

Hop, attention !

[English accent] I am Bodvaël.

- I am a sailor. - Stop with the accent.

[Henri sings]

[he vomits]

How are you, Jean-Jean?

Uh, it's okay, it's okay.

- What a sailor! - I spent my life in the bistro.

So what?

Well, I'm not a sailor. I don't like the sea. Happy?

It had to be said. There you go.

Please.

Please...

THANKS !

- Oh! - Ah, no, not that.

- For what ? - Blue, Japanese...

- But no. - I don't like it.

- Jean-Jean! - Please.

Oh, thank you, thank you! Sorry. We're going there.

- Where? There? - Yes.

But do you know where we are?

- We are here. - Yes.

- And you're going there? - Yes.

Did you see the detour?

- You see? - Look at the detour it takes!

I don't have an hour for that. You're annoying!

- More... - Do you think I have a quiet hour?

- Bah... - Screw you !

Come on, ciao!

- Go fuck yourself, bitch! - [squealing]

What did you say?

Nothing. I said: "Go fuck yourself, you."

- Oh, hey... - You know what, the two old men?

I love you. [she screams]

- Oh. -

- Come on up, you guys. - [Henri] That's nice.

- I'm glad. - I don't like papitos.

It's not now that we have a cardiac arrest.

- - Hein ?

- Fasten your seat belt properly. - Oh yes.

[rap music]

Jean-Jean...

- Do we blend in with the crowd? - Yes.

We keep a low profile, because here we are...

[tight laugh]

At the bandits' place, there.

Don't break.

- I am equipped. - Fuck! What is it?

It was my father's. A semi-automatic Luger 45.

German quality. He's in a hurry, you Nazi.

German quality , mon cul! It could blow up in our faces.

- If you let them do it, you'll be eaten. - No, you shut up.

- Yes. - Let me do it.

- I'll leave you. - Shut up.

It's there.

You get out or I'll kick your ass. Come on!

- Uh. Jean-Jean? - What? You have to assert yourself here.

Ah, there it is.

[beep]

- [tone] - [man on intercom] Yes?

Yes, uh, hello.

Uh... We're here for the... the papers .

[tone]

Yeah ?

[in Hebrew] Shalom, mazel tov lehaim.

- [unlock] - Here's the work!

[satisfied laugh]

- Good morning. - Hello Mrs.

- [exasperated sigh] - Oh, no! Shit!

- We're taking the stairs. Come on. - [sigh]

The stairs, well...

Come on !

[they gasp]

Ah, there it is.

- So. - Ah.

- This is our door. - [doorbell]

- [they blow] - [unlock]

[they gasp]

Well... Hello.

Uh, sorry, sorry.

- We must have made a mistake. - Come in.

[he mumbles]

Sit there.

[they blow]

Who is it for?

- Bah... - Well, it's for him.

- Here, give me the papers. - Oh yes.

[rustling]

Okay. These are the papers...

Shut your mouth and sit down, you son of a bitch.

- What ? - But wait.

Don't get upset. Actually...

Well, we are... We're very happy to be here. Huh?

First, because, well...

There is a great atmosphere.

The decoration... [embarrassed laugh]

Great. It's... Huh, Jean-Jean?

And...

Uh...

What we want to know, That's how much it's going to cost us.

Mmh.

What?

[stammering] What?

I have the impression that someone is trying to inflate us.

Hein, Jackson ?

Jean-Jean...

You, cowboy, you want me to smoke you?

All that's gonna smoke is your balls

on the barbecue.

- Gringo ! - [Henri stammers]

No, what he means,

clumsily, certainly,

It's what we didn't expect to pay so much. There you go.

Not above 300.

Finally, 300... Yes.

Goebbels, Papon !

[growl]

[barking]

Maybe 500, then.

500. 500 ?

[dogs growl]

- We did well to negotiate. - Ah, well, yes.

It cost 500 euros... more.

If you don't do it, you're a loser.

Croutons, out of the soup?

Bad reply.

- Was he the one who spoke badly to you? - Him.

- What ? - Shut your mouth.

- Oh ! - You spoke badly to him.

Us? Oh, no. How can you say that?

What are you doing ? [embarrassed laugh]

We didn't tell you that the walk was paid?

What? Paid? I don't understand.

- I don't understand. - It's simple.

Turn your pockets inside out and give me what's inside.

- [together] No. - You too.

- Non. - Your little bag.

- There's a lot of money. - Don't touch the bag.

- Oh no? - Non !

Give me that!

Hey!

- Yes! - Shut your mouth !

Hey! Hey!

- [gunshot] - [Jean-Jean] Hey! Get lost!

Or I'll shoot you with a 12 gauge.

- [frantic screams] - [Jean-Jean laughs]

Would you like to? a free scooter ride?

Hein ?

[upbeat music]

Did you see how they shit? in their pants?

Yes! They saw who they were dealing with.

- We did it to them the old-fashioned way. - Old fashioned!

There you have it, Colonel, mission accomplished.

The bucks are ours!

- I'll call the lottery. - Yes.

- Oh, no, shit! - What ?

We don't have a phone.

Yes, the cabin, on the ledge.

There you go, great.

Yeah.

[satisfied sigh]

- You know, Jean-Jean... - What ?

Yeah...

I have to tell you. I apologize for...

If you hadn't had your gun...

- Ben... - You saved us, what.

- Hey, cough! - What ?

Trust me a little, Henry.

- Do you know my name in the army? - Non.

- Lucky Luke. - Oh, yes.

- I shoot faster than... - [shoot]

- Oh, fuck! - Shit !

- You're crazy! - We are in trouble.

Fuck!

[dramatic music]

Jean-Jean, you are an idiot.

- Non. - Oh, man!

[upbeat music]

[he grumbles]

Jean-Jean, did you understand?

You are natural, relaxed. If they ask for stuff

on your identity, are you OK?

- Hmm. - OK, that's it.

[coin ringing]

I'm OK.

What is this?

To look like Bodvaël.

You're on the phone right now.

For the character. It gives it thickness. You don't know anything about it.

- Of course. - [he blows]

I'm nervous, huh?

- Tell me "shit". - Hein ?

- Tell me "shit". - For what ?

They say that in the theater.

Ah. Shit!

- Hold. - [tone]

- [female voice] Hello, the lottery. - Hello ?

[English accent] Yes? Carole, from the lottery?

- Yes, Carole. - [whispering] Why the accent?

This is Bodvaël Mantroudek.

Bodvaël is my first name.

And Mantroudek is my name. It is written as it is not pronounced.

- I happened to play the lottery. - Okay. And?

I fell on my ass. I'm the one who won the jackpot.

- Bodvaël. Because it's me. - [indistinct]

- Yes ? - What does she say?

- We're sending someone. - All right.

It seems perfect to me .

Well, very good.

- See you soon. - Bye.

- Oh, fuck. - No accent!

- Why the accent? - I felt it.

- I felt... - T'as senti ?

- I was fine. - What did she say?

I hesitated...

- What did she say? I don't care. - Everything is fine.

That's to say ? When do we get the money back?

There is someone who will come.

- What ? - Well, yes.

But when? Where? Why?

She didn't tell me that.

- Are you doing this on purpose? - What ?

We call for that.

This is the main thing to ask.

- When... Fuck. - I didn't feel it.

That's not the character.

The British guy won't stoop to ask when.

You're going to drive me crazy, Jean-Jean. You're going to drive me crazy.

- I was good, huh? - Fuck, Jean-Jean.

- Oh, pardon. - One second!

- Oh, more... - [growl]

- [English accent] You're welcome. - Stop. Come on.

- I'm going. - Fuck.

- Let go ! - Fuck.

I am Bodvaël Mantroudek.

[exasperated sigh]

[seagull cries]

Tell me !

With your money, you will be able to buy yourself a jersey.

- I had a weird dream. - Ah good ?

I dreamed we had the money, that you were going to Sicily.

Ben...

I remained alone, not knowing what to do with the money.

If you don't know, you ask me, I know.

I'll give you some ideas.

[engine]

[squealing]

Gentlemen, good morning.

- As you wish. - THANKS.

I am lost, without network. Can you help me?

It's normal, it broke, with the storm.

- Ah good ? - Yes. Where are you going?

I'm looking for a certain...

M. Bodvaël Mantroudek.

Ah.

Uh... Bodvaël, Bodvaël...

Of course.

[funny music]

You've got a good one.

I am allergic to purple flowers.

Ah, that's the heather. They're everywhere here.

Oh really? Great.

So, you're going to Bodvaël's?

- Mr. Mantroudek, yes. - It's hard to find.

- But I can show you. - I'm not saying no.

- Yes ? - I'm in a hurry. And the allergy...

Come on, I'll show you. [effort]

- Is this Dédé's car? - Yes, he rented it to me.

[panicked moans]

Oh shit !

[sneeze]

You know that speed is limited at ten kilometers per hour, on the island?

- At ten kilometers per hour? - Yeah.

It's not much. There's no one there, it'll be fine.

Ah, bah...

[upbeat music]

Oh, fuck...

- There are speed cameras everywhere there. - Ah good ?

We don't joke about speed, eh?

[she sneezes]

- [she blows her nose] - [funny music]

You're making me go round in circles. We've been here before.

Huh? Oh, no, but then...

Here, but then, everything looks the same.

It is... [sigh]

[she moans then sniffles]

Have you tried nettle tea?

- Non. - Oh!

I'll pick some for you.

No, I don't have time. I have to see this gentleman.

OK, right.

- As you wish. - To be ?

Yes, right.

Guide me, I can't see anything.

[upbeat music]

Look, there!

The view of the sea, there.

- Super. - Ah, yeah.

That's one point of view...

M. Mantroudek?

Bodvael!

He must not be here, huh.

At this hour he is on the moor, to pick verbena, wild thyme.

Sir ?

It's the season, there.

Ah, he makes an elixir of... of...

druids, but then...

Is anyone there?

- If you want, we can go... - Oh!

- It's open there! - Oh yes ?

Mr. Mantroudek, I'm coming in!

Monsieur Mantroudek?

Monsieur Mantroudek?

[mysterious music]

Okay, I'm going in, huh?

Is anyone there?

Monsieur Mantroudek?

Monsieur Mantroudek?

[Jean-Jean] Hello!

Hello, hello. [embarrassed laugh]

Um, are you Mr. Mantroudek?

- Yes. Hello, miss. - Oh, no. Madame.

It's no longer said.

Ah, sorry.

So.

So, Mrs. Camoin. [embarrassed laugh]

From the lottery.

Oh, the lottery!

- Yes. - What a surprise!

If you don't mind, I might dress up a little.

- Do. - I won't be long.

- You are welcome. -

Uh, here I go to my room.

- Mmm... - [clears throat]

Ah, there, there, what a surprise! [forced laugh]

- [fracas] - [whispering] Oh, shit!

There you go, excuse me.

- [she sneezes] - I have a guest, it's a shambles.

Excuse me, I'm a bit of a neat freak.

- But there... - Yes, no...

A little sweeping is needed.

So. [he grumbles]

As my mother used to say: "Bodvaël, damn it."

Oh, there, there, that dust!

[whispering] What are you doing? Why are you sweeping?

[whispering] That's my character.

And it saved my life, believe me.

You're pissing us off. Get dressed, there!

- [door creaks] - Fuck...

[hangers clinking]

Not bad, that.

Hey, look. I'm Bodvaël...

Jean-Jean, he sounds like Mitterrand. Stop!

Give me the ticket.

Yes. [frantic cry]

What ?

Damn, I left it on the beach!

- The ticket, damn it! - How do I do it?

You're stalling. You know how to do it.

- Yes, thank you! - [he grumbles]

Monsieur Mantroudek?

[English accent] I... I'm coming, huh!

[whispering] Arf...

[funny music]

Sir, we have not already seen somewhere?

Uh, no, I don't think so, no.

Ah good.

A little coffee?

Who is it ?

Ah, no, then, pff.

No, that's... a friend of mine. He died.

Come with me, we'll be better there.

[upbeat music]

SO.

Winning the jackpot is a stroke of luck.

Yes.

But also bad luck.

- Ah good ? - Yes.

Always be wary of friends.

Huh? You're going to have lots of new friends.

- Ah. - "Hello Sir.

“Hello, Bodvaël.

- "How are you ?" - Hmm.

Mistrust.

Mistrust.

Do you have the ticket?

I think I'll go to the bathroom.

- OK. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry. - [he moans]

[upbeat music]

What the fuck is he doing? What the fuck is he doing?

[funny music]

Are you feeling better? I really don't have time right now.

Yes, it's okay. Like this, like that.

[he imitates a fart]

- [upbeat music] - [Henri] Come on!

- Come on, hop! - [seagull cries]

Hop, hop !

- [he imitates a fart] - [he moans]

It will pass, it's the emotion.

Go! Go! Go...

Damn, this bike isn't moving.

- [buzzing] - How are you ?

Yeah, yeah.

- Here, drink this. - Much better.

Here is the ticket.

THANKS.

Okay. Sit down, Mr. Mantroudek.

[moans]

- It will do you good. - Hmm.

I have to tell you one thing.

We had a problem with your draw.

[he swallows] Ah good ?

Yes.

- You didn't win eight million. - What ?

[mysterious music]

Well, no.

Fraud on the previous draw.

I'll skip the details.

The result: 15 years in prison.

[he gasps]

No, it's just... I have to explain.

57 millions.

- How so ? - You win, Mr. Mantroudek...

57 million euros.

- [muffled groan] - 57 !

- - [muffled groan]

Are we speechless? Well, I understand.

- It takes time to digest it. - Yes.

- [gurgling] - It's coming back. It's coming back!

- Ah. Then go ahead! - [pet]

- I'm waiting for you. - Oh, yes, yes.

- Close the door. - Oh, yes!

[disgust]

- [he moans] - [pets]

It's a lot of emotion, I said.

[pets]

- Henri ! Henri ! - [Jean-Jean] Oh, there, there!

Mom caught me. I told her everything.

Shit !

- [Jean-Jean moans] - [Mrs. Camoin] Are you okay?

[Jean-Jean] Yes, I... It will pass.

[pets]

[flush]

[sigh]

- It's better. - Yeah ?

Yes.

Good.

I'm going, I have what I need. No, your ID card.

Oh yes.

- Please. - SO...

Ah.

- So. - THANKS.

[tight laugh]

[ominous music]

Oh yes.

It's very, very well imitated.

I'm kidding.

- - [sigh of relief]

- [forced laugh] - It's to relax you.

It works every time.

- You should have seen your face. - There is something.

I'll give it back to you.

- THANKS. - So.

This time I have everything I need.

- Don't worry. - Yes.

We will see each other again.

I will come back.

- Ah good ? - For the investigation.

The investigation?

Mmh. The neighborhood survey. This is the procedure.

To see if you haven't stolen the ticket or usurped an identity.

Oh, that would be crazy! [tight laugh]

- Isn't it? - Bah...

See you after my vacation.

Holidays? What holidays?

- At Cap d'Agde. - Oh!

Mmh. If he knows what I mean.

Oh !

Well, enjoy the good news.

See you soon.

Yes indeed.

Bye.

[sigh]

[bell]

Do you know what you are doing? What is it called?

Mom, you're annoying.

- Hein ? - [Nadège] Where is the money?

Yes. Where are the millions?

Actually,

there was fraud.

- [Nadège] What? - I was sure of it.

You're going to jail.

Maud,

I'm not finished.

- We didn't win eight million. - What do you mean? What are you talking about?

We won 57 million.

- [Henri breathes] - Oh !

Hein ?

[stammering] Of euros?

- Of euros. - [Henri shouts with joy]

[crazy laugh]

57 millions ?

Do you have the check?

- I want to see him. - Oh, no.

After the investigation.

That is to say? It's... What?

She leaves for Cap d'Agde. There is a good atmosphere.

- Not that. The investigation. What is it? - An investigation in the village, normal.

To know if I am Bodvaël.

Have you seen the character? Fingers in the nose.

When is she coming back?

She didn't tell me.

Ah, fuck.

This guy is a drag.

[Maud] Everyone will say that you're not him,

we'll go to jail. That's it.

I didn't think, I...

[Nadège] Nobody is going to go to prison.

[light music]

I have the solution.

[bell]

[brouhaha]

- [Jean-Jean] Come closer, come! - [Henri] Yes, that's it.

- [Jean-Jean] Come! - [Henri] Come, come!

Come on.

Here we have something very important to tell you.

Bodvaël is dead.

[all] Oh!

It's normal, it was more highly rated in the Argus.

- [all] Oh! - Was that to tell us that?

- Yes. - Oh, no. No.

- Oh, no. - No, no.

When we arrived, he was in his armchair, in front of the TV.

- And, by hand... - Yeah.

He had a ticket.

- A lottery ticket. - [all] Oh!

A winning ticket.

[surprised cries]

How much ?

57 million euros!

[happy laughter]

So, well, since he had no heir,

We thought we were going to share it all between us.

[general approval]

But be careful!

They will send someone to do an investigation.

- He is dead. - Well, thank you.

Thank you, yes.

We have a solution.

- Ah. - The solution is...

- It's Jean-Jean. He's going to replace him. - [protestations]

We won't get any money.

Respect me!

You didn't see me play it, you will be surprised.

- I'm sure you're good. - Oh, no.

- What ? - He's not good.

He is very, very good.

- Ah, yeah. -

What tells us that you're not going to run away with the money?

Oh, my little Isidore.

You will never change. We planned it. We have contracts.

To make equal parts.

These contracts, you will come sign them tomorrow at my place.

Is that okay? Be careful, I tell you.

No unanimity, no money.

- No money. - Tintin, okay?

- [all] Yes! - All in it.

- SO ? - [all] Yeah!

[cheers]

[they chant Bodvaël's name]

[cheers]

[Henri] I can't imagine

all we can do with this money.

We already know.

- Bah... - We're getting out of here and getting lost!

Oh, am...

- Right now, there, like that? - Yes.

- Can we do something with Jean-Jean? - For what ?

- Why wait? - Yeah.

We've been waiting our whole lives.

- We don't waste a minute. - You're right.

- Hein ? - You're right.

- You see? - How right you are!

I knew it.

- - Wait, wait.

- Shall we say a prayer first? -

Non.

- Not tonight? - No, not tonight.

- Oh, Nadège, oh, Nadège! -

[Nadège] Italy is ours.

[brouhaha]

1,425,000 euros.

- Is my autograph worth that much? - Yes.

- Here. Before you leave... - Yes.

How will you recognize the lottery lady?

Easy!

She coughs. [cough]

No. She blows her nose.

And she sneezes. Is that hard to remember?

It's okay, I'm not stupid!

Well, I wonder!

What a lout he is!

- Ah. How are you, Laure-Anne? - Laure-Anne.

- Very well, and you? - How are you.

- Look at me. - Hmm.

Tell me who I am.

Of course.

- My little cracker. - Laure-Anne...

- Go ahead, sign. - I'm kidding.

- Yes yes. - Who am I?

- Bodvaël Mantroudek. - So.

Well. Where is Isidore?

He's not coming. He doesn't have confidence.

[Henri] It is absolutely necessary convince your husband.

- OK. But I have one condition. - No, no conditions.

- A very small one. - There are no exceptions!

[indistinct whisper]

All right.

All right.

OK.

What is his condition?

- Come on, go ahead, sign there. - [Jean-Jean] Henri!

- What is his condition? - [Henri] Yes, yes.

Come on, it's good.

Following !

- -

- [Laure-Anne] Isn't that right? - [Jean-Jean] Mmh.

What were you saying?

Well, no. What were you saying, fair lady?

I said, brave knight, that which would be

auspicious, is that you give me your mouth.

- [hululement] - [embarrassed laugh]

But we are very far away, my dear.

[hululement]

- Oh ! - And there?

I have one thing to ask you, but I don't know how.

Ask, my Christian.

It would be a good omen that you persuade your humble husband

to sign our agreement.

It's like it's done...

noble sire.

No one can resist those lips.

[he moans]

I don't care about the island, I don't care about you.

You know that if I denounce you, I get ten percent?

That is, 5,700,000 euros.

- - Wait, Isidore, you're not going to do that.

Everyone will hate you and then we're going to go to prison.

So much the better. I will be rid of the troublemakers.

No one could ever stand me. Like this, it won't change.

That's not true. Huh? You know very well that I,

I have always loved polish your hull, my captain.

Hmm?

Good.

I sign.

But I want my 5,700,000

and you share the rest.

Isidore.

It's no.

Oh, wait, wait.

- Let's talk. - Non.

[Laure-Anne] Stop.

My Zizidor.

Stop!

I don't negotiate with thieves.

I knew you were a real piece of shit.

You've moved up a rank. I'll reserve a dog from my female dog for you.

Come on, my dear. Don't move.

I don't care!

I'm going to report you!

[Henri] Without the phone, I would be surprised!

[Jean-Jean] But how are we going to do it?

Camoin can come back anytime and Isidore wants to throw us away.

Oh, come on. [he blows]

- There's no star for another week. - I know.

That leaves time to change his mind, finally.

- How long will it last? - Well, I don't know anything about that.

Stubborn as he is, It might take a long time.

No, I'm talking to you about him.

Ah! I don't know. It's not a microwave, either.

You see?

- Ah, he's... he's still hard. - [exasperated sigh]

Excuse us, Bodvaël. It's to bury you with dignity.

Yeah.

[Jean-Jean] Lucette.

Today I have some great news.

I will be able to make you a granite tomb, just like you wanted.

It will be beautiful.

Oh, bah...

[Nadège] I have a secret. I can't keep it to myself anymore.

[priest] Speak without fear, Nadège.

[Nadège] We get the money, we sell the house.

We pack our bags and we leave the island forever.

[priest] Hmm.

[Nadège] We've been waiting for this our whole lives.

- A one-way ticket. - [sigh]

What the hell is he doing?

[drum beat]

They took Jean-Jean for a fool.

[they play "Amazing Grace"]

[she sneezes]

As you wish. [small laugh]

[bell]

[celtic music]

We will celebrate the memory of Bodvaël Mantroudek,

our friend and our savior.

- Where is your father? - I don't know.

- [whispering] Shh, please. - Pardon.

Father Abgral, your priest, returned today from Lourdes.

I have no doubt that that the miracle that took place here

be linked to his devotion to our virgin Mary.

[small laugh]

♪ Peace of the dove ♪

♪ Spirit of God ♪

[indistinct words]

I'll send them all to jail! They will see.

- Pardon. - I won't let that happen.

- You could say... - Not that I care!

Come on, come on!

Who are the millions for? For Isidore.

[all] ♪ And who frees us ♪

♪ Spirit of God ♪

[intriguing music]

[sad laugh]

They play friends in front, but from behind, they're bastards!

[she hits]

If there is no Jean-Jean, there is nothing. Who gets the money? Me.

I will let his friend speak,

Henri.

If you want.

[sigh]

Uh...

And...

If we take a look on the long life of...

[whispers]

I was saying...

If we take a look on the long life of...

[whispering] Sorry.

- Jean-Jean Kerouac... - [Mrs. Camoin, whispering] Sorry.

Everyone can say that he was a good man.

And our friend.

To all.

He's going to see who it is, the idiot.

I'm going to tell him the truth.

[Henri] Alas, I don't remember. having told him so while he was alive.

And the eulogies always come a little late.

Yes.

I hope that...

that you hear us from where you are, Jean-Jean.

[snap]

[whispers]

I was saying...

If today I had in front of me Jean-Jean Kerouac,

I would tell him he was a man...

formidable.

[moving music]

We have...

aged together.

Our friendship was our cure for...

of youth.

I thank him for...

to have been

my friend.

It's true, I sometimes got carried away.

and treat you of all the bird names,

of... of cannonball, but hey...

My Jean-Jean.

What am I doing... [sob]

[Henri coughs]

Pardon.

What will become of me without you?

Hein ?

[Henri sniffs] Is...

Jean-Jean.

[Henri sobs]

I love you, my brother.

[sigh] So.

[sob]

[Mrs. Camoin sneezes]

Hein ?

[woman, whispering] Shh!

[Mrs. Camoin blows her nose]

[sigh]

[Henri] There you go.

What I had to tell you about...

my friend Jean-Jean.

Thank you.

["Amazing Grace"]

- Hello, miss. - Ah.

It's madam.

- Oh yes. - Pardon.

- [indistinct] - We'll talk later. Sorry.

Excuse me, ma'am. Good morning.

- Do you have a minute? - Yes, he's fine.

Pardon ?

- Who is okay? - Well, I don't know. Who?

- [malicious laugh] - [embarrassed laugh]

Okay. No, that's not it.

Do you know A certain Bodvaël Mantroudek?

Yeah. He's fine. Good!

Ah.

Can you show it to me? Is he somewhere around there?

To be !

[embarrassed laugh]

- THANKS. - Hmm.

[she sniffs]

- Good morning. - Ah, hello.

- Can I disturb you? - With great pleasure.

- Bodvaël Mantroudek. - Yes ?

- Do you know him? - Alright.

Even personally.

- Is he there? Can you show him to me? - Sure. Over there, look.

- Ah, Jean-Jean. - It's okay. You lied to me a lot.

- You used me. - Jean-Jean.

You're going to leave, I know that.

- I swear I don't. - Stop!

- [Mme Camoin] M. Mantroudek. - Stop with your lies...

How are you ?

Bah...

As we can go in these circumstances.

He was one of your relatives, This Mr. Jean-Jean... Kerouac, is that it?

Oh, yes! Very close.

- Hmm. - Very, very close.

Sorry to arrive under these circumstances.

Ah, it was...

He was a nice guy.

- He never betrayed anyone. - Hmm.

His.

[clearing throat] Mmh.

I can talk to you for a minute one-on-one?

Pardon.

- You go. - Please.

Thank you, Mr. Henri, will you leave us alone?

GOOD.

- Monsieur Mantroudek. - Yes ?

I asked some people from the village...

Yes ?

- Who confirmed to me... - Yes.

- That you were indeed Bodvaël Mantroudek. -

Well, yes. With the...

Bodvaël, it's me.

- The big moment has come. - Yes ?

To give you your check.

- Oh ! - And of...

You've got a good one. [he repeats with the accent]

It makes me laugh more.

I'm joking, sorry. I had a customer at the bar...

who said she had a straw cold.

No hay.

Oh yes.

- We see some beautiful ones at the counter. -

Which counter, Mr. Mantroudek?

You weren't a fisherman?

[stammering]

Of course, I'm a fisherman.

But you know, I'm tired in the evening.

I was having a drink at my friend Jean-Jean's.

- Ah, yeah. - [sob]

It was my second home.

Good.

Ah, Jean-Jean...

- I understand. - Jean-Jean.

And there you have it.

I'll let you sign...

right there.

Yes.

So, Jean-J...

Bod... Bodvaël, yes.

So.

[sigh] And the check? Oh!

- The check. - To be.

Yes, he is here.

[sigh] It's time for me to go.

- [he blows] - Hop, that's mine.

[he sniffs] Congratulations.

Yes, thank you.

- Enjoy. - You are welcome.

Bye.

- - [she sneezes]

- Oh, damn... Stop! - Oh !

[small cries]

Ouch, ouch!

- [Celtic music] - [party noise]

[Nadège] Please! Please !

[glass clinking]

Something is announced to you.

Wait, it's not a minute away.

Henry and I, we use our money to...

Well, to... enjoy our friends first.

Then to have a beautiful life, a dream life, what, and then...

to tell you that we love you, that's it.

[cheers]

Why didn't you let me tell them?

[stammering] Well, we're not going to be a minute late.

- We don't have the sorrel yet. - I know.

Yeah.

Jean-Jean!

You have to listen to me.

Oh, stop with your sentences, it's okay.

You used me, Now you're dropping me like shit.

I'm not letting you go, come on.

Isidore went to the cabin. He's reporting us?

Who cares, he's not going to do anything at all.

- Oh. - Jean-Jean really destroyed the cabin.

- We're not in any danger. - OK.

- The cabin? - Yes.

Which cabin?

You were the one who had to do it.

- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.

No, Jean-Jean, don't tell me that.

[stammering] Don't tell me that.

- No, no... - Jean-Jean!

[engine]

[intriguing music]

Bastards, bastards, bastards.

These millions will pass right under their noses.

[upbeat music]

They will go into the pan. I'm going to grind them.

[beep]

- [Henri] Come on, move on, damn it! - [Jean-Jean] She's at her max.

It's okay, it goes "twit, twit".

It goes "twit, twit" all the time.

- You never go so slowly. - I'm usually alone.

Okay, that's fine.

- [bip continu] - [he grumbles]

[funny music]

Oh, I can't take it anymore.

Oh, no, I can't take it anymore.

[efforts]

Come on, faster, faster!

- I'm going as fast as I can. - Yeah, but oh well.

- [fracas] - [moans]

Fuck.

[upbeat music]

[short breath]

- [he mumbles] -

Come on...

Ouch. [groan]

Fuck, my bike!

But you're going too fast, I told you!

Okay, come on, come on, come on!

- Sept... - [tone]

[he grumbles]

[moans]

[tone]

- Hello ? - You're in the lottery...

Hello ?

Fuck!

Isidore, the bastard!

Oh, fuck!

[dramatic music]

What is this?

- [she sneezes] - [frantic scream]

[frantic cry]

[cri]

[squealing]

[frantic cry]

Oh !

Help! Help!

- [cracking] - [frantic scream]

[light music]

- [cracking] - [frantic scream]

- [panicked moan] - Carole, from the lottery.

Help! Help!

- Help! - Hello ?

Wait! Yes, don't move!

- Don't move. - [frantic scream]

- [he moans] - [frantic scream]

Oh, fuck!

Oh shit.

[music : "It must be because I love you" of Rich and Poor]

[brouhaha]

- [Jean-Jean] There you go! - [Henri] Come on!

[a Breton] Yec'hed food, Bodvaël!

[cheers]

Hop, hey!

The capricious one. Beautiful, very beautiful.

[Jean-Jean] Beautiful.

Wait, wait, wait.

Be careful, be careful, be careful.

The ugly ones!

Life is beautiful!

Life is good in Brittany!

HI.

Mmm!

Hi beautiful! [fat laugh]

Mmh, a pizza for the family!

Which!

- [Maud] Thank you, Dad. - Thanks, grandpa.

Thank you, my Jean-Jean.

Don't start again with the accent.

Why? I am Mr....

- Please, stop! - Not Jean-Jean, Gianni-Gianni.

- Stop! - Go Britain!